Lyrics:

Paroles musiques : The Clash

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate hate tattoed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand.

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story

'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock'n'roll
Grabs the Mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this, and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nuns will later join the church.

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story

See you in the gunsights you say hello
I say ok don't wanna play the show
all you are thinking 'bout is death or glory
now playing the losers game, surely it's better now

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story


From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years, then we already heard your song.

Death or glory becomes just another story
Death or glory becomes just another story